(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Weight of the Unspoken
The blue ceramic mug that sat on the third shelf of the cupboard is gone. It was chipped at the rim, a jagged little tooth that caught on your lip every time you took a sip. It wasn't a special mug, but it was the one that held the morning,…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Quiet Language of Petals
There is a specific kind of wisdom found in the way a flower unfolds. It does not rush to show its face to the sun, nor does it worry about the wind that might scatter its seeds. It simply exists, a brief punctuation in the long sentence of…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Ghost of the Commute
There was a blue bicycle leaning against the brick wall of the bakery on 4th Street. It had a rusted bell and a seat worn smooth by years of morning rides. Then, one Tuesday, it was simply gone. The wall remained, the sidewalk remained, but…